It’s another wet and sloppy day.
Another day of cold.
I hate to be a whiner,
but, this rain is getting old.
Next week, it will be “summer”.
Of that, I have some doubt!
It can’t dry up for “summer”
‘less these raindrops peter out.
These are the Good Old Days
I wonder if there’ll ever be
an end to this Insanity.
Or will we all live on in fear
that things will just get worse next year?
KOMO: Gun Stores Report Record Sales (June 16, 2022)
A lot of folks are buying a gun.
They’re locked and loaded….Ready for fun!
Don’t want to miss their chance, you see,
to kill the likes of you and me.
Uvalde. Texas
Uvalde, Texas, stays with me…
with its pall of blood and sorrow.
The killing goes on endlessly.
There’ll be more dead tomorrow.
A Lullaby for Tonight
Play me a simple melody.
Play me a simple song.
Play me a tune I know so well
my heart can hum along.
Sing me the quiet notes of old.
Sing me the words I know.
Sing me a lullaby of hope
and let my sorrows go.
Scandinavian Almond Cake
I came across a recipe.
The cake it made was tasty.
‘Twill aways be
a part of me…
around my hips and waisty.
Today’s Joy
Today I think of rainbows
and I think of butterflies.
I think of blue forget-me-nots
and castles in the skies.
Today I think of happiness
and dreams that all come true.
Today my heart is filled with joy…
a joy that springs from you.
Blessings
I’m send you a happy day
trimmed with ribbon and a fancy bow.
I’m tucking in a shiny rainbow
to brighten ev’ry place you go.
Buffalo/Uvalde/Tulsa et al
The pace of death is rising
as the killing spree goes on.
It’s become the Killing Season.
Any one can get a gun.
Any one can be a target.
That includes both you and me.
We sit by and watch it happen.
We are in a Killing Spree.
More COVID Ahead
I’m getting tired of COVID.
I don’t want to wear a mask.
I don’t want to take precautions.
It’s become an endless task.
I don’t want to hear more protests
‘bout “my freedom” and “my right”.
I just wish we’d work together
so there’d be an end in sight.
